Location: Ocean Beach Hotel, Cottesloe Beach, Western Australia
Date/Time: Thursday 7 October, 2010

Cast

As the X-Treme Wrestling Federation finally begun its swing towards the Australian sub-continent, Steve Jason took the opportunity to return to the Sunset Coast.

While the 10.10.10 show was located in Melbourne, on the other end of the continent, Steve just had to take the very rare opportunity to drop in on some old friends and visit some familiar parts of home. For all he knew it could be years before the XWF returned to Australia, so he was certainly hoping to make the most of it.

The Ocean Beach Hotel - or OBH as it was colloquially referred to by the locals - was a large, swanky bar on the beachfront strip of Cottesloe, the southernmost section of the Coast. Popular with all kinds of types, it boasted broad views of the pine trees, grassy lawns, pristine sands and clear blue water of Cottesloe Beach itself. With the weather gradually beginning the upward swing towards summer, the bar was becoming a lot more populated - but thankfully most of Perth were busy with honest jobs, leaving the bar more or less to Steve and his associates.

"I think so. Vinic took me by surprise. Man's got skill, I'll give him that. I'm gonna have to keep an eye on that one, he could be a serious threat in the future..." There was more to the matter than that, of course, but Steve wasn't quite in the mood to discuss it. Talia, of course, knew better than that and drilled in hard, going straight for the one point that Steve wanted to avoid.

"Still... you gave in, Steve, and that's something that worries me because you rarely give in. In fact it's been years since you tapped to anything." She eyed Steve warily, "Did you get yourself hurt? Are you hiding it from us? Please tell me you're not doing anything stupid like trying to wrestle with an injury."

"No, it wasn't that. I just... I dunno, Vinic got me in a hard place and I had to tap. It's not something that happens often, but the man was good and... goddamn, I should have found a way out of it. King'll have a field day with this, I can just see it."

"Don't be worrying yourself about it, my friend!" Khalid was his usual jolly self, in contrast to Talia's worry and Steve's sense of disappointment, "It was a bad night, that's all! I've had many myself - why, there was this one time in London where I met a beautiful young lady at a club, and we went back to my condominium to engage in sexy time, and she removed her thong and it turned out that she was actually not a she. That was a bad night, but I fought back! This is a similar scenario for you!"

"Actually, I can't really see the resemblance between my current situation and you accidentally picking up a transvestite, but thanks for the support." Steve deadpanned.

-Promo: The Undeniable Words - 9/10/10, earlier in the evening-

The Foundation Theme: "Right Here, Right Now" by Fatboy Slim

So, the powers that be... whoever in the hell they are right now... seem to think things deserve a little bit of a mix-up. Autumn in Hell is put back towards the end of the month, and now it looks like we're staring down the barrel of a 10.10.10 supershow that came out of the middle of nowhere. OK, bit of a surprise, but I'm a flexible guy, I can take this and run with it - hell, after the last Anarchy, I'm sort of obliged to. I've got a bad loss I'd like to have erased as soon as possible, and hell, doing it at a supershow is probably the best way to do it.

Going down in none other than my own home country, no less. It's been several years since I wrestled in Australia. OK, granted, it's in Melbourne and not on my home field over west, but a man has to take what he can get. I'm looking thoroughly forward to fighting in front of part of the crowd that helped make me - and more so to be humiliating Kieran King while doing it. And it looks like that's not the only highlight - apparently Superballs dragged himself out of God knows where, Rigg's in for this one, the Prophecy have just emerged out of freakin' nowhere... and hell, even Blizzard's back hoping we'd all forgotten his epic fail of a run as part of management. It's like some kind of family reunion or some shit.

But that's not really relevant to me right now. I haven't actually been very vocal on a few current affairs in the past few week - and I'd like to address some of those now. Coincidentally, they also tie into my upcoming match. So I'd like to begin by taking this moment to say 'I told you so'. On multiple fronts.

Countless times I pointed out that Ace Vincent wouldn't last the month after becoming Universal Champion - that he just didn't have the spirit, skill or integrity to survive once he took the belt. And so, less than two weeks, Ace's fall from grace happened. Wow. Colour me surprised. Colour me shocked. What, people were expecting me to express sympathy for the poor hapless victim who got taken out? Screw that. Ace Vincent, I hope you fully appreciate the irony of what's happened to you. You have no idea how pleased I am that the festering cancer known as Ace Vincent has been cut out - and how hilarious I find it that it went down pretty much as I predicted. I don't even need personal vengeance, watching your own plan for dominance backfire on you was all the satisfaction I needed. Karma's a bitch, and so are you. Enjoy retirement, doucherag.

OK, so let's face it, absolutely nobody is surprised that Kieran King betrayed Ace Vincent. Even Famine of the Vile's grand return from the dead was a bigger shock than that, and that's saying something right there. I pretty much predicted what would happen from the get-go - I pretty much blatantly said, King used Ace because I would be too hard a Universal Champion to take out. And lo and behold, King takes out Ace and starts proclaiming himself Universal Champion like he somehow did anything worthy of winning the title and expects to reign over us all at this point.

One little problem, Kieran - the mutual coexistance between you and Ace was all that was keeping the two of you afloat. By taking him out, you've only sealed your own doom. You can raise the Universal Championship over your head all you want and masquerade around like it's somehow yours without doing a goddamn thing to earn it - but you took out the wrong guy. I'm still here - and if you think that my hunt for the Universal title ends now that Ace is out of the picture, you're dead wrong. I'm coming for the belt, and if you insist on waving it around like a pretender, then I'll strike you down and I'll take it from your battered and beaten shell. So enjoy your 'reign', King, cause the revolution's about two weeks away from breaking down your door and lynching your arse.

In fact... it would appear that management already have that very thing in mind with this 10.10.10 supershow. Rather than having to put up with you carrying on like you're actually a champion to a belt you did sweet fuckall to earn, they've decided to just let me beat the absolute piss out of you and call it a day. And for some reason, they put Jayzon in the referee's shirt. That's as much a shock to me as it is to anybody - although I can already hear Kieran pissing and whining from here about how he's going to be 'screwed'. Heh, I have to love irony. I'm really not all that bothered about whether Jayzon does or doesn't call it down the line - but I am looking forward to the sheer hilarious irony of forcing King's own medicine down his whiny little throat.

Make no mistake about it, boys and girls - this is a shock and awe battle. No more and no less. We all know that this isn't the final battle between King and I - we all know that odds are I'm going to have to fight him one more time at least in order to seize the title. This, essentially, is nothing less than a match designed to put fear in the soul of Kieran King. That's what I'm going in there to do. Right now he is smug and ignorant, thinking he's king dick - but by the time I'm through with him, I intend to leave him pale, quivering and pissing himself about precisely what he's staring down the barrel of when I come for the belt he's a pretender to.

Hell, I'm not even a hundred percent if I'll leave King actually able to pretend to be the champion of anything any more after I'm through with him. I'm going to be honest, I'm going for maximum terror here, and I've been known to get a little overzealous when it comes to that front. I could very well make Kieran King drop his belt, turn tail and run with a long trail of urine behind him. I could very well render Kieran King unable to pretend to be the Universal Champion. Hell, I could very well render Kieran King no longer employed by this company. One way or the other, this match is going to have the outcome that I need from it. One way or the other, King is coming out a broken man, and I'm coming out as Universal Champion-in-waiting. There is no other recourse.

Kieran King may be fucking royalty... but come October 10, I'm fucking regicide.

And that... IS UNDENIABLE!